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POETRY
Solstice
Short light
short days
and we are short on heat,
short, like how the season always
feels too much
In the time of shortness and shortbread
we are short on butter but
have an abundance of sweetness
and of wishes for more of this too-short time
Come, winter
with your lemony early morning sun
that teases up through the naked trees
Come, shortest day
we welcome you for the glorious nights you reveal
when the stars revel in competition
with all the lights aglow below
Come, laden with gifts and goodness for us,
the undeserving receivers
Come and be born anew
Come, and stay
Happy winter, readers! And to anybody in the Southern Hemisphere, happy summer! It might not be cold where I live right now but it sure isn’t summertime either.
